Maybe The Meaning Of Life Lies In

The Uncreated And The Dead Exist Solely In Our Actual And Virtual Pasts.

The Soul Is A Verb." He Impales A Lit Candle On A Spike. "not A Noun.

So Little Is Actually Worthy Of Belief Or Disbelief. Better To Strive To Coexist Than Seek To Disapprove . . .

I Lost My Balance When The Train Pulled Away, But A Human Crumple Zone Buffered My Fall. We Stayed Like That, Half Fallen. Diagonal People.

An Idler And A Sluggard Are As Different As A Gourmand And A Glutton.